8 weeks...

Yesterday (Oct 29th) wasn't one of those relaxing Saturday mornings that makes weekends the best. Instead, Savvy woke at 7:30 and was in our bed with us. Skyler was trying to sleep and ignore the fact that he was going to have to go to work in an hour or so despite having worked until after 1 am on a Friday night. And to top it off I was laying in bed with a cold rag on my head feeling especially sick. I was contemplating whether or not it was worth it to get up and vomit or just take deep breaths in bed. It wasn't a pretty picture, no words were exchanged, but it was quite obvious that we were not welcoming the new day.

I was trying to find my happy place and count my blessings that I have been feeling sick and will likely get to carry this baby to term (miscarried in April), but it was taking some serious effort. Then my sweet Savannah reminded me why motherhood is the best job in the world. Despite the dark hotel room she could see that I wasn't feeling well and without a word she began to stroke my head and back. She just brushed her gentle hands along my face and brushed through my hair with her fingers and even rubbed my ears. After a few minutes she gave me a sweet eskimo kiss and pressed her face to mine as she said "Alright, Mama." I shed a few tears at the sweet reminder that my babies are completely worth any discomfort. Our Savannah is truly a choice child and has been the greatest blessing to our home. We will be overjoyed to welcome another baby to our family and see Savvy blossom as a big sister. So here is to more days and nights of nausea and many more nights of poor sleep just so I can love these little babies forever and ever. I am one lucky lady.

(this will not post until we are celebrating the second trimester)